Formalism

Wow, what a night! Alistair and I managed to score invites to the O.L.S.H. (Our Lady of the Sacred Heart; some Catholic college) formal and all I can really say is it blew my mind. Oh, I feel the BeeGee's busting out! "Oh, what a night!"
I went with a wonderful and zany girl, Vicki, and Alistair with Rach, who seemed to feel out of place being so dressed up!

Seeing as I have another half hour to kill before I go to Rocka I'll take the time to fill you in on how Alistair and I met these O.L.S.H. girls.
Al and I have done the Great Victorian Bike Ride almost every year since year 7. When we (more I) were old enough to develop the confidence to talk to girls and a voice that spoke rather than squeaked in about year 9, we started the unofficial tradition of hanging out with the O.L.S.H. crew on the Ride.
So last year, we met three overly energetic and crazy girls, Alana, Rach and Lacey, and we hung out with them and had a ridiculous time with them just hanging out, exploring all the little country towns which were unfortunate to support the 5 or 6 thousand riders for a night. We exchanged numbers and we kept in contact after the ride was over and we've caught up heaps since then at birthdays, parties and to catch a movie or two.

Somehow, both Vicki and Rach decided to invite Al and I to their formal and it was amazing! We went to a place in South Yarra, 9 Darling Street. It was awesome to see the girls all dressed up, seeing as I usually only see them in lycra or trackies. OK, there may have been jeans once or twicem but that's it!
But the night was amazing, every moment I was there and even afterwards is incredibly memorable.
Ha! I think I suprised a few people when I slow danced with a bloke named Dave Power, an awesome fella with a killer last name, too. But I gotta say, whilst Dave was good because I copped a feel, dancing with Vicki was far more enjoyable.

I've gotta say, it feels strange being in a suit for so long and having to behave (which I almost did). To all the kids who are reading this, who were nice enough to extend the invite, I hope I behaved myself and you had a memorable night.
Blogs away in formal attire!

Stalker Update #2

Creepy central...
Ha, "CC's" does anyone remember those chips? They were absolutely horrible!
Oh, on the topic of horrific memories I have yet another creepy person who's developed the habit of calling me off different numbers so she can try and organise to "hang out". I have a sneaking suspicion that "hang out" is loosely related to "drug, bind and violate repeatedly" in this girls book.
We'll call this one "S" because I don't know her full name and it'd be quite a shock if she found this blog. I expect her and L would find some way of putting my genitals through a meat grinder without my knowledge.
S goes to my uni as well, very strange, just not as clingy and touchy as L. Maybe I am overreacting with this but I find them both strange and more than slightly off putting.

If this goes on for too long I could officially add to my "Roman Numerals of Stalkerism" from II to III! Very exciting.
Stalker Update away!

Oh, Irony, my love, why do you mock me so?

It’s strange, but I don’t know whether this is genuine concern or just sour grapes. For those who know, I’m traumatised that my ex girlfriend has started dating one of the guys I hated most from my high school.

I hated her spending time with who I used to joke and call “Darling Daniel” or “Beloved Brownie” (don’t you just love it how this comes back and gets you in the end?). I hated it because he treated his last girlfriend like absolute scum. From what I saw he made her stop seeing her friends (the few she had to begin with) pushed her around, apparently as a joke, emotionally strangle her and treat her more like a possession than another human being.
There was also the fact that Darling Daniel was head over heals in love with Cassie, which Cass was completely oblivious to (maybe, I’m starting to doubt it now). He was always looking for excuses to assist our relationship breakdown by telling her “you should break up with him for your own good”.
So, I didn’t like her hanging out with him, although I never stopped her seeing him, because that would have made me as bad as him.

But, strangely enough, he’s now the boyfriend who hates me and doesn’t like Cass seeing me. I’m the one who’s probably still concerned about her for the wrong reasons.
I’m now the one who wants to be overly protective and tell her to break up with Beloved Brownie for her own good. This scares me. A lot.

I used to think she had opened her eyes to nasty people like Darling Daniel like I had, but maybe I was just looking in a mirror. Oh, Irony, my love, why do you mock me so?
Blogs away.

3:02 a.m. and Unfortunately Conscious

This post was written at 3:02 a.m., hence the name, and published the day after because my laptop battery died.

Holy shit, I’m getting an intense experience right now: lying in bed listening to a few memory loaded songs and the rain pounding against my window. All I can really say on that is “I wish someone else could experience this as I am”!

I cant sleep at the moment and I feel slightly delirious at the moment so it might pay to keep in mind that I'm getting a little odd as it's very early in the morning and I'm unable to sleep at all.

So, first things first: An update of my Shit To Do List!
1. Get a job: Success! I managed to land myself a job. The funny thing is; I work in the same place (the Mentone R.S.L.) doing exactly the same stuff (being a dish pig/waiter) but with a different employer. It’s quite amusing because I’ve held the same job and outlasted my last two employers there! Oh, irony, why do you bless me so?

2. Buy and consume another 4.5 litre bottle of Jim Beam: Because I actually have a job now I have the means to gain the funds to purchase said overly large bottle of Jim Beam, it means I no longer have access to the time to drink said overly large bottle of pure joy.

3. Get my room ready for painting: I haven’t done anything on that yet because I’ve had the flu (no, not swine flu… I haven’t been coughing pigs) and I’ve been bed ridden for a week and a bit. Did you know that swine flu is actually less intense than the normal flu, its just that the H1N1 strain has been blown out of proportion?

4. Begin to get my ass into shape for this years Great Victorian Bike Ride: Nope, see above excuse (number three that is) but just add in something along the lines of “and I really can’t be fucked getting up that early” on the end.

5. Get a photo album started to decorate my blog with: Three fails in a row! I’m on a roll! My folks have taken the camera to Borneo with them and it will be out of reach and country for another fifteen days or so, so unless you want overly out of focus photographs from my phone it might have to be missed. Though I have had some amusing photo’s on my phone before… Oh, L, why did you scare me so much?

6. Get into contact with some friends I haven’t seen in ages: Check! I’ve seen my friend Zoe, Louise, Phirrip, Amanda, Bec, James Link and Dylan Murray. I doubt you’d recognise many of those people at all so you can just ignore them. I’ll be catching up with my good friend Nnnnnnnnnita soonish and we’ll have a jolly good time with some other special people.

7. Jam: Sorry, kiddies, not yet. I did manage to leave my ridiculously heavy jamming gear Cushen’s place for over a week but, alas, jamming did not proceed. Cushen and I have a strange habit of organising to jam or catch up and never actually follow through with it. It’s amazing that we actually manage to see each other at all!

So, two out of seven. I think in the next couple of weeks I’ll have to work a tad harder to get this stuff done. Mind you, I only set myself a goal of three out of seven so I’m closer than we all care to believe.

Well, this blog definitely isn't living up to its name. "Daily" seems to have turned into "whenever I don't feel like strangling Twihards and have access to the blogosphere".
Blogs away!